A New Start – The Gibson Initiative


NOTE: I will NO LONGER be posting in this blog. If you want to follow my work and continue to see my writing, go follow my new blog. The link and more details are shown below.

Hello! My name is Ryan Gibson. As you can tell from the blog post below, I haven’t been active in quite some time (almost two years)! I had vanished from the world of blogging and have left this blog to rot. It is unfortunate, and I am disappointed in myself that I didn’t continue this blog.

Recently, I have decided to continue my writing career through blogging (again). However, I knew I couldn’t continue on this website. Also, I began this blog when I was in the ninth grade (which would explain the terrible blog name) and it just doesn’t fit in this day and age anymore.

My new blog, The Gibson Initiative, is where I will continue my writing career. To me, it looks and feels a lot more professional, and it sounds a lot more professional. To anyone who is reading this, I would greatly appreciate if you would check out my first true blog, The Gibson Initiative.

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NaNoWriMo


So, I participated in this event called National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo for short), which takes place every November, every year. You are supposed to write at least 50,000 words in the adult program, and you can set your word count with the youth program (which is what I did). I set my word count goal to 32,500, and you know what? I completed it! I got 33,062 words by the time I submitted what I had to submit to “win” NaNoWriMo. This youth program really helped me focus writing and as well discover new things about my book/characters that I never thought about before.

Of course, my book isn’t done. I still have a long way to go, but I am confident that I will finish this thing. In the meantime, check out this program at http://nanowrimo.org/ if you want to learn more! It really gives you a challenge that you thought could not have been done.

“Where I’m From” – A Poem


I am from creativity
for I was created in a unique way.
I am from the writer inside me
who likes to spread his wings and fly away.
I am from the music
where my heart drums a song,
with the fingers that pick and strum
and my voice sings along.

I am from the Lamb.
For He sacrificed Himself for me,
with love and blood,
and peace and humility.

I am from Love.
For Love came down
and rescued me.
For Love came down
and set me free.

I came into this world with Love.
And Love come with me when I leave.

 

This poem is actually my most recent English assignment. We had to read the poem, “Where I’m From,” by George Ella Lyon, and make our own version of that poem.

You Make Beautiful Things


You make beautiful things. You make beautiful things out of us, no matter if we are weak or strong. We shine through you, and we live through you. Even after many struggles, after all this pain. Even if we never can find our way. We wonder that sometimes, don’t we? Whenever it feels like we are on a long, endless road. The endless road of pain, struggles, and suffering. We wonder if we can ever find our way; our way through the thorns and spikes that our enemies have laid down on our paths’, forcing us to take routes where we become lost and hope to be found. We wonder if our life can really change from that at all, for the rugged path is all we see, We seem to forget about all the good things that could set us on the right path, even if we try really hard.

But then we remember. We remember that you make beautiful things. Even after everything that has happened, even after everything that we have been through. We remember that with you we can step over the thorns and spikes, we can find our way to the right path, for you do not fail. We remember that you make beautiful things out of the dust where we came from, the dust where you made us from. The dust that shines and created a beautiful life for us. The dust that made us who we are. The dust that lives through all the amazing things you have done. The dust that remembers that you make beautiful things out of us.

All around we see hope. Hope that is springing up from the old earth, hope that destroys the chaos and makes us the beautiful things we are meant to be. But in the chaos there again is pain and struggling, but out of the chaos life is being found in you, where you make beautiful things.

Then again, we remember. You make beautiful things. Things that watch over us and take care of us. You make beautiful things out of the dust. The dust that surrounds us. The dust that began our life. You make beautiful things out of us. The beautiful things that we were meant to be.

Then we boast about you making us new, and are continuing to make us even newer. Newer after all the challenges and hardships. Newer after all the pain and struggle, because through the pain and struggle is where we learn and remember.

Always. Always we will remember. And forever we will remember that you make beautiful things. You make beautiful things out of us.

The Mystery Man in the Blue Car


In the local streets of London there was a man. This man, like any other man in this world, was different. Oh, different in many ways just like the other’s I can tell you, but there was something with this man that made him… well… different. Although nobody noticed it at first, instead of going “home” after his day at work, he would disappear like he was hiding something, just to reappear the next morning for work. When people wanted to go and see him, they would go to his supposed house just to say hello, but they left after they found that he wasn’t there. Of course, he has only lived here for about a month, so maybe he just wrote the address down or something, right?

Well somebody wasn’t so convinced. One day, a fellow employee – Gary – noticed the man’s daily disappearances, and decided to follow this mysterious man after work the following day to see where he goes to. So then comes the next day, and the two men worked like they usually did. When both of their shifts were over, the mysterious man came up to Gary in his brown suit and red bow tie and asked,

“Hey Gary, can you help me bring some stuff down to my car? I have a lot more to carry than I usually do.”

Gary sighs, “Sure I can help John. I got a lot more done today than I thought I did, so I have nothing to carry.”

John smiled, “Thanks man, that will help a lot.”

So, as you probably have guessed, the two men walked down the flight of stairs to the underground garage and up to John’s car. The car was an old blue Mercedes with tinted windows so you couldn’t see the inside. When they reach the vehicle, they pop the trunk and put the stuff in the car, just as you have guessed.  Hey, you in the back, the story isn’t over yet, so sit back down and continue listening please! This is the interesting part.

John thank’s Gary as he walked to his car a few parking spaces down. When Gary starts his car, though, he found that his car battery has died. So Gary pops out of his car, walks over to John and asks,

“Hey can you give me a ride home? My car battery died and I don’t think you have anything to start it up again.”

John looked at him with a little worried look in his face. “Um… I don’t know if I will be able-”

“Please? You’re my only way back to my house. Besides, you pass my house before you get to your’s.”

John sighed, “Alright fine. Don’t freak out about my driving though, please. And don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Yes, of course.” Although the part about being asked not to tell anyone was a little weird.

So John and Gary get in the car, but in all weirdness it didn’t start. Instead, a loud noise that sounded sort of like metal being scratched on metal strings filled the garage (Gary played piano, so he would know), and the blue car just vanished slowly in thin air, never to return again.

Not so boring now, is it?

“Safe Inside the Song” – A Song by Me


Hey everyone! Just recently I went to a Singer/Songwriter camp – which I can tell you, it was amazingly fun – and there I, of course, wrote a song! There were mentors there (who all were “professional” songwriter’s), and they were a great help in the writing process. The first two days me and my fellow songwriter’s/camper’s wrote our songs’, then on Wednesday and Thursday we went to the studio to record the acoustic demo of our songs’! Friday was just a rehearsal day, but on Sunday we went to a restaurant called Dosey Doe and got to perform in front of a live audience! Below is the video, and below that is the link to the video itself.

I just want to say, besides my writing, music is what I also want to do in my life. So I am excited about doing both! Thank you for watching.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pty3OGtE9p8&feature=share&list=PLpsqi3wzIHwENCL7ZL6IGZBi9mMLAmTDq

Safe Inside the Song


How unsafe I am
I want to find refuge
Feels ironic as a man
To seem so vulnerable

Why be afraid?
Why be afraid?

I just want to play that music
That helps me find where I belong
I just want to feel that music
No matter what goes right or wrong
No matter I feel weak or strong
I just feel safe inside the song

It’s irony again
That put’s me on the this stage
Where I could win or lose
Where you could leave or stay

Why be afraid?
Why be afraid?

I just want to play that music
That helps me find where I belong
I just want to feel that music
No matter what goes right or wrong
No matter I feel weak or strong
I just feel safe inside the song

“The Picnic Game”


**Edit 8/6/2015**

NOTE: I will NO LONGER be posting in this blog. If you want to follow my work and continue to see my write, go to my new blog, The Gibson Initiative. Check out my most recent blog post for more information.

Today, I learned about this game that puts your mind to the test. It is called the Picnic Game. This game is really great for long car rides or just to have fun.

All you really have to do is solve the riddle that one person put’s into their sentence. To make more sense, if I were to say, “I’m going on a picnic, and I am bringing Raspberries and a Guitar,” everybody who is playing has to catch the pattern that I used by asking what they can bring.

So let’s say your name is John Smith, and you ask, “Can I bring Superman and Jelly Beans,” I will tell you that you can not bring Superman and Jelly Beans, but then I can say (I don’t have to) that you can bring Jelly Beans and Superman. Or you can ask, “Can I bring the Jeans and a Baby,” I would say something like, “You can bring Jeans but not a baby.” Or if you ask, “Can I bring Honey and Sugar,” I will say, “You can’t bring honey but you can bring sugar.”

Think about this, and see if you can solve the riddle BEFORE reading the answer below….

Did you catch the riddle yet?

Are you sure?

Do you REALLY want to know?

Alright, if you did not cheat and came down here to see if you were correct… well I guess I can tell you that the riddle is your First and Last Names! My name is Ryan Gibson by the way, so that is were I got the Raspberries and a Guitar from. So if you know a guy with the name, “John Smith,” then he will be able to bring a J and a S. So like Jellybeans and Superman, he can bring Jacob and a Skateboard.

So in conclusion, you can start a game/round by saying, “I’m going on a picnic, and I am bringing .”
Your riddle does not have to be two items in one sentence (it can be as many items as you want, but don’t make it too difficult), and your items can be anything.
Also, you can use “nonverbal moves” in your riddles. So let’s say I have my elbows on the counter/surface, and I say I am bringing Skittles. But when I remove my elbows from the counter/surface, I can no longer bring my Skittles. Why? Because the elbows are the “nonverbal” part of my riddle! You do not have to use nonverbal signs/moves in your riddles.

Making riddles are easy as long as you don’t make it too difficult to figure out. Just because it is obvious to you, doesn’t mean it is to others.
So for the fun of it, let’s do a riddle! Make sure you look at EVERYTHING!

“I am going on a picnic, and I am going to bring Batman.”

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I am very sorry for not posting in a while. I haven’t exactly been busy, but after school ended I just decided to relax and stuff. I will try to post more often.

What Should I Write? – The Inspiration


Finding inspiration to write is difficult. You think as hard as you can, but can’t get the words that your brain desperately wants to let out. You look so hard to find what you want to write, and you end up leaving the blank page that sits in front of you. Looking for inspiration in itself is difficult. But after thinking about it, you learn that inspiration isn’t something you can find. Inspiration for writing is something that finds you. It may come from a person, a thing, or an event. It can come from anything really. All it takes from you is to be patient. You must take back all of your thoughts that you wasted on finding the inspiration. When you wait, you will find the gift God has given you; the gift to write and share your thoughts and opinions to others. But inspiration for writing doesn’t come quick enough for you, doesn’t it? You stress yourself out instead, making writing harder for you. But that is why you should wait. Someday, the light-bulb that sits in your head will click.

New Series – What should I Write?


This is a common question I come to every single time I pull up my blog or a Word document so that I can just… you know… write. I usually can write short stories just by looking at something – like a word, phrase, or picture. An idea pops into my head every single time. I then clumsily press my fingers onto the keyboard, throwing the words onto my computer screen. But as I write, I find it harder and harder to keep with the original idea, and eventually I get off course. I lose control of the story and it becomes nothing.
But of course, writing is writing. No matter how stupid it sounds, it comes from my imagination, and crazy can be good at times. But what happens if I want to write something decent? What if I don’t want it to sound stupid or crazy? How do I solve these problems that come to my writing? I know it has nothing to do with Writer’s Block – cause it doesn’t exist. Writer’s Block is just something our minds make up, making us incapable of writing any further. So what should I write? What should I write that can make a difference? Can I write something that can do that?

I am going to make a “series” of blog posts that will pretty much add onto or be related to this one. I need to be more active with my blog, as I haven’t posted much of anything lately.